I.
You take the front seat in my church
You take our traditional titles
You are esteemed and honored
You, I run to for help

Corruption!
Do I really hate you?
Or I hate myself?

II.
Now is the time to rise
A sunshine shower
Won’t last an hour
Rain before seven
Clear by eleven

Match wind and April shower
Bring forth May flower
So true, that Wishes
Won’t wash dishes

III.
Fight without pretending
That makes you real
Challenging without offending
That makes you a man
Oppose without defending
That makes you patriotic
Accept your fault without offence
That makes you teachable

IV.
The giraffe stands taller than the rest
The Eagle never flocks with feeble birds
The lion roars and the wood trembles
Distinguish yourself and feast with nobles.

V.
To be healthy, wealthy and wise
And live without compromise.
Hate corruption instead of ourselves!

I.
Nervous hour a foiled track
scented shadows loosen grim
swell on the patch,
where a hope has taken shelter
page-turners in dissension
hang dreams in mellowed wrench.These yawns tear out the
frazzled lips
defy hearts to the hive of fear
so they may taste none from within.

Restless yawns wear hearts with tears
trekking through this melancholic hive
humming in teary strive
as the breeze cracked oily lips with fear.

Glories bound on hallowed ground
on our knees a step to bound
in our hearts a mercy seat
cresting souls upon empty sheet.

Scented shadows stood naked
on fated frames
tumbled, fumbled on rumbled slates
hunted by its scented smokes with hate
gazing at the sun’s ray with blurred fates
as we see our faults’ torments.

Shackled souls bleeds in pains
sheltered in the hollow of scented nightmares
as agony shrinks smiles
thro and fro blames roamed
tossed on fated wings
aiming to knock us down
from our dangling dreams
cocooned in its scented streams.